San held it up to the light, marveling. She'd never owned anything so pretty before. Rashly, before she could think about what the implications of accepting Ashitaka's gift might be - although she knew what they were; she wasn't a fool, after all and she knew perfectly well the mating rituals of humans - she tied it around her neck and threw herself on her brother's back, avoiding her mother's knowing eye.
You could have a life with that boy.
She brushed Moro's wordsfrom her mind and put the fluttering of her heart down to pre-battle nerves. She hated humans, after all, and wanted nothing to do with them.
Still…she was keeping the dagger.
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